Okay. I have to admit I messed up the age thing...I mean, Jake's in my eyes old enough to drink, but that's because I'm German and we're allowed into clubs and for drinking with 18. sorry for that.
I will no longer promise to do the next part faster because it seems to make me unreliable ;) The first part this time can be seen as a kind of...sequel. It is there to make up for the lost time. At least a bit. Enough babbling. Enjoy!
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"Ughh..." Panting, heavy breathing.
"You okay?" Skin on skin. My lips all over his back. I feel like I'm burning up.
"Stop talking damnit..put it in!!"
His hand reaching for me broke my concentration.
I couldn't help myself. I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I didn't want to. I pulled out my fingers and bit his neck tenderly. He arched his back and wiggled his ass subconsciously, moaning.
"You really ready?"
"Yes goddamnit!! Put it in..please!" He glanced towards me through his messy black hair, a look in his eyes that could make any guy lose control. Sexy would be a huge understatement.
I placed my throbbing cock at his entrance and put a hand on his back. Slow now, no mistakes. He has to enjoy this. I groaned while ridiculously slowly pushing forward. I meant to be gentle. Very gentle. Impatiently he started pushing back.
I popped through his first tight ring and he moaned. Pleasure? Pain? Stopping I leaned forward and caressed his back with my lips: kisses, bites. I would never let those marks fade. Again he pushed and I growled. He would pay for his teasing later. I bit down harder and at the same time digging my short fingernails slightly into his shoulders and now he growled lightly. With a content chuckle I pushed forward, now holding his hips with both hands to control his movements. I could sense my darling was not yet ready for the real fucking.
The panting increased, the heat radiating from his skin making me lose all my senses for a moment. I was halfway in and I could feel him writhing underneath me, his eyes tightly closed.
"You okay?"
"Don't know. It feels weird. Hurts a little." I made a grimace.
Reaching for his dick I held still to let him adjust to my size. Slowly, I started stroking him, running my thumb over the head and following down a thick vein, finally grabbing the base and adding pressure. As I felt the tension leave him I took a deep breath. Final shot.
I pushed forward, burying myself entirely in his depths. Again he arched his back and moaned loudly. When I shifted a little his head shot back, his mouth a perfect O, his eyes wide open, and a relieved grin spread on my lips. Probably not that hurtful anymore. Unhurriedly I pulled back and felt him move with me. I roared and stopped myself from immediately pushing back in.
He clenched down on my groin with his muscles as I changed the angle and hit his sweet spot. My lover moved uncontrollably for a few seconds from the pleasure, breathing hard. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back for long, I had been waiting for far too long already, so I slowed down the speed of my thrusts even more. He felt it and pushed back with much more force, obviously trying to make me enjoy this.
Angrily roaring I turned him around, my cock still buried deep inside of him.
With a sound of surprise he tried to hide his eyes with his hands. Calmly I pulled them of his beautiful face, revealing thin traces of tears on his cheeks. With a sigh I bent down and licked them off, then starting to kiss along his jaw line. I hovered above those beautiful lips, glancing into his eyes before softly connecting our mouths. With a gentle bite I pulled on his lower lip, then slid my tongue in-between and waited for him to let me enter his mouth. Finally he answered my pleadings and allowed me to wrestle with his tongue. Our kiss deepened even more. With pleasure I felt his muscles ease beneath me.
I started increasing the force that made my hips collide with his butt. Our bodies slammed together harder, faster. We enjoyed the feel of each other now and while forgetting all of our surroundings we only felt. Skin, heat, breath, lips, sweat. I was aware of his climax approaching soon after I continued hitting his sweet spot and pounded into him with increasing speed when he suddenly arched his back uncontrolled, clenching me inside and bucking while he found release. I was so near to the edge and wanted that same feeling he was experiencing right now. My heart raced and I could feel the pressure building up to an unendurable height. Then he lazily rotated his hips and I...
".. I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones, Enough to make my systems grow..."
I opened my eyes, panting heavily, trying to find out where the hell I was and why I wasn't sensing any feeling of release. I grimaced, shutting my eyes tightly. But the fucking noise finally succeeded in its attempt to bring me out of my dozing.
"..raise my flag and don my clothes, It's a revolution I suppose, We're painted red to fit right in.."
Damn. Another fucking dream. In more than one sense. I grabbed my phone and choked of the song set for my alarm. I slowly sat up, placing a hand on my forehead, masking my eyes to regain the luring darkness of the dream I just woke up from. The feel of his skin still lingered on my hands and lips. Agony.
Reluctantly I pushed my blanket off me and lumbered to the bathroom. I definitely would have to change my sheets when I got back. Damn dreams. Jake's seducing had left me willing to go at any second. Unlucky as I was, this distance I was still somehow trying to keep seemed to stimulate my senses and he penetrated my thoughts even more frequently.
After getting rid of my shorts which were soaked and sticky I got into my shower, washing away the rest of my midnight fantasies. I lazily stroked my still tingling dick, trying to find the release that my mind refused to give me while asleep. Within seconds I shot my load and watched it flow down the drain. Huh. What a metaphor. I smiled to myself, shutting off the water and fumbling for a towel.
I needed a better plan. The first one was crap to begin with. But if "plan A" didn't work, the alphabet has 25 more letters.
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Ouch. I groaned as I got out of my car. I didn't even want to think about the fact that it was Monday and I wasn't lying in my bed like I would have preferred to. This beasty day always took away the sleep that I really needed after a weekend full of work. I stretched lazily and looked at my freshly bandaged foot that stuck out from underneath my pants. Sigh. It began to hurt again like a bitch after I'd walked through town all evening on Saturday. Oh yeah. That evening:
After I left Jake in the restroom I looked for Raphael and took my place next to him. He frowned and I smiled in reply. He knew me quite well and easily guessed what I'd been doing. I glanced at the door and saw my hottie leave in a rush: red cheeked, flustered, embarrassed. Oh damnit. Had I made it worse?
"Aww Gabriel. Did you have to tease that poor boy?" My co-worker chuckled.
I frowned. Yeah, I had to. My feelings for him were deeper than I had thought. I really wanted to have him by my side. But I've a nagging fear that he isn't quite willing...
After those disturbing thoughts and the realization that I wanted him to overcome his fears to be with me, I finished my work. I still was a professional and so I earned my money the way I always do: that night I slept with an elderly man, who wanted to be dominated. Sigh. I was horny as hell after Jake's little performance, so it was an easy job, but there was only one person on my mind. Now guess who. Haha.
Yeah...so that was it. Sleeping around, getting paid, and thinking of him. Useful weekend. Yippieh.
I looked around, waiting for the people to get in their classrooms. It was already late enough and I normally disliked being late, because that meant to have everybody staring at you when you enter the room. Bad idea. But I just needed to see him.
Unlucky as I am, he didn't appear. Damnit. Frustrated I hobbled towards the entrance with my head down. What the hell was I going to do about him? After the weekend it was quite clear what I felt for him: I was smitten, head over heels...the complete idiot program. I just didn't know what happened in that club. I mean, Jake was jealous because of his friend, he looked for me, he took the initiative and then let himself be used by me. Was it just the alcohol? Or maybe it was the start of his acceptance? THAT would be great. Just like all dreams are.
When I entered the building I took my time with getting to my classroom. Have I mentioned how unlucky I am on Mondays? So as I finally walked into the room my teacher freaked out about my being-late. Blah blah blah. When he finally shut up I snorted and took a seat, not listening a second to his oh so wonderful lesson. The horror went on for the next few hours and my mood was at its lowest when it was time for lunch.
I strolled to a table and waited for Amy. Maybe she could rescue the day. Improbable, but possible. She scolded me a lot lately. Well, she knew what was going on with Jake and I'm basically being the bad guy by tempting the innocent school boy. Uh, yeah. Sure. I chuckled. Amy still had a lot of fun because of the situation...being an insider and all that.
Again, I scanned my surroundings and finally I found something worth my attention. A smile spread on my lips. Jake was sitting there with his head resting on the table, facing away from anyone being near him. Strange. My beauty was rather the social type: even though he ended up with the wrong people (from my point of view at least) he was never isolated. He looked truly cute. But lonely. I felt the urge to go over to him. I would really like to, but I don't think HE would like that. Shit. If the boy knew...if he just knew. I mean: I know I'm wearing a disguise to cover up my real appearance, but my face is still the same and the height, too...Maybe it was because I was mostly sitting when he was around? Huh, no. Stop kidding yourself. It was rather because he never spared me a second glance before. Maybe I should help him a little? The 'game' was slightly unfair at the moment...However Jake still needed to prove that he wasn't just a jock who never cared about anyone or anything but himself and his pseudo-friends.
"Hey there beauty." Ahh. Amy. Finally.
"Oh honey. I told you so many times already: no stupid jokes on Mondays!"
I winked at her and she hit my head teasingly. I already started feeling better.
"Pah. You're gorgeous. And you know that quite well."
"If you say so." I laughed and let her hug me. At least someone was willing to touch me.
"And now tell me: what's up with your sweetheart?" She followed my gaze.
"I hope he's thinking about me."
"Of course he is. But why the hell is he looking so worked up? I mean...he should be busy looking for you."
"Yeah. He should be. " Once more my eyes rested on the face that never entirely left my thoughts. After a moment of silence she hit my head again.
"Oh. My. God. What the hell did you do this weekend?!"
And that's why I love and hate her: she knows exactly when something's going on. I slowly licked my lips and faced her with my half-assed grin. Amy simply blushed until she was red like a tomato. Yup. She knows me pretty well.
"You have to tell me every detail!! I'm so curious. Why didn't you call me?!"
